BlackFangXI
TheFrenchPopsicle!
Me: Well, so far I've finished nine, and written all of ten in one night... in two and a half hours.
Varg: Wow, even I'm a little impressed. Not much though.
Me: Maybe I'll just write the beginning of this one... It's 2:31 am.. and I'm tired. Still of California time though.. Oh, how I miss home.. Sweet, sweet California.
Varg: Since when do you live there? You live in Alabama!
Me: Shut up Varg...
"Maybe you're just really tired, huh?" Husky choked, nervously stirring the fish and potato soup over the bright orange fire. Cooro shook his head and buried his face between his knees and chest. After an hour and a half of trying to convince Cooro he was just overtired, Husky decided to give it up. He looked up at Cooro's black wings, only visible by firelight, "I never noticed, his wings are so much bigger now than when we were kids..."Husky thought to himself.
"I'm going to sleep for a bit.." Cooro mumbled, then curled up into a ball on the forest floor. He wrapped his wings around himself and began to drift off.
"I'll wake you when it's time to leave.." Husky said quietly concerned. He sat in silence watching Cooro, almost glaring at his still form.
"Hey," Cooro said suddenly, "you've noticed it too right?" Husky stopped staring and continued stirring his soup, "it's getting more difficult to transform back.." Husky ignored him still and kept stirring, "Maybe, it's because.. We're older now, and we haven't lost our Anima's yet... Like Varg and the others."
"Cooro," Husky interrupted, "We'll see tomorrow what happens with your wings. For now we need to eat, and be on our way. If we travel at night through the desert we won't burn." Cooro nodded and sat up. They ate and began to pack for the long journey to Sandra. All Cooro could think about, was what Nana would say about his current condition, being unable to change back to a somewhat human form. She wouldn't let them transform in the city. And Cooro was scared she wouldn't let them in at all...
They began their journey into the cold dark desert.
Meanwhile, not too far off, traveling parallel to Husky and Cooro about ten miles away, Varg, Calypso and Kailah were walking toward the mountains. Which wasn't in the opposite direction, as they learned the hard way.
After traveling through the woods for four days moving away from the mountains, they finally topped a small hill and a clearing, allowing them to see their error. So they changed direction and started over again. Exhausted, and downhearted they continued.
"Varg," Kailah gasped, "we can't keep going like this. Calypso is getting tired, she needs water."
He looked down at his little sister and sighed, "fine," he exhaled, flicking his ears and rifling through his pack. He took out his canteen of water and handed it to his sister. Kailah laid on the soft sand and transformed in to a deer.
Unlike most Anima, they stay in their half animal half human state all the time, and completely transform into their Anima. Kailah looked like an average deer in her Anima form.
Varg followed her, and transformed into a giant black wolf, about the same size as her deer form. Calypso curled up next to Kailah, "We'll take a short rest," Varg growled, "But I'll wake you both when we need to get moving again. We lost too much time in the forest."
"I love you big brother," Calypso cooed, pulling at his neck fur. He licked her forehead a couple times and sat next to them.
"I love you too Callie," Varg growled softly flicking his tail. He leaned over and licked Kailah's forehead as well, "Sleep well you two."
Varg curled up next to Kailah, squishing Calypso in between their bodies, keeping her warm. Kailah laid her head on Varg's lap and he laid his head over her neck. He kept watch while they rested. His ears flicked in every direction at every noise, he would occasionally lift his muzzle and turn to face the sounds his ears caught. Only to find a small opossum or mouse scurrying about searching for food.
When Varg's legs began to ache, he suddenly stood up and shook himself of sand and any creepy crawlies that made it in to his fur, "Kailah, Calypso. We need to get moving, the sun will be up soon and we're closer to Sandra than we are to the Kim-Un-Kur," he nudged them and licked their faces.
"Five more minutes..." Calypso whined. Varg grunted and somehow shoveled her onto his back. He licked Kailah's face again and nudged her awake.
"Must we go already?" Kailah yawned shaking herself and stretching.
"I've already let you rest for longer than I'd like," Varg growled, "If we don't get moving now it'll be daylight before we reach any shade. And with this coat I'm sure the desert isn't fun." Kailah nodded.
They then picked up their packs, shook them in their mouths to rid them of sand and bugs, and went on their way.
Me: Well, am I getting any better?
Varg: No.
Me: I know. Anyway! I'm actually writing. This is good. Once I get into those funks it's super hard for me to get out of them..:P It's bad.
Varg: Why am I getting nicerish?
Me: Yep! I totally didi it on purpose too. ;) I enjoy making you mad.
Well! Hope y'all enjoy this stuff I write...
Peace & Love
-Frenchie